On one page he saw a repeated name: Arthur Sloan, chairman of the board and uncle of Victor.
Did Arthur Sloan order him to hide it?
Victor squeezed his jaw. —Arthur orders a lot of things without leaving any prints. This time someone kept a copy out of fear.
Maya looked up. – Who?
Before Victor answered, they knocked on the door three times. It wasn’t a call. It was a warning.
“Victor,” said a female voice on the other side. Human Resources is waiting for Miss Benton.
Maya recognized the voice of Claudia Reeves, director of Human Resources, always smiling, always impeccable, always cruel under the perfume.
“The meeting is canceled,” he said.
Claudia smiled at Maya over Victor’s shoulder.
I’m afraid not. We have a formal indictment against Intern Benton.
Maya felt that fear was coming back with new shoes. Claudia held a white envelope as if it were a funeral invitation.
“Miss Benton,” Claudia said, “come with me. It will be better for you to cooperate before this reaches the police.
Victor hardened his voice. “If the threat again, Claudia, the next conversation will be with federal prosecutors.
Claudia’s smile disappeared for a second, barely enough to reveal the machine under the skin.
“Watch out, Victor. Your uncle detests when children play martyrs.
Maya understood then that the office was not a refuge. It was the exact center of an inherited war.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Maya said. And I’m not signing anything without a lawyer either.
Claudia looked at her as she looks at a stain on white silk.
“A poor student with a brother in intensive care should not talk about lawyers so confidently.
Có thể là hình ảnh về một hoặc nhiều người, toc vàng, vay ngủ và đồ ngủMaya took a step towards it. His hands were still shaking, but his voice stopped.
“A woman who has already been too taken away shouldn’t be afraid of losing everything either.
Victor looked at Maya, and in her eyes appeared something like respect, although she didn’t need it.
Claudia lowered the envelope. —Arthur wants to see you in the boardroom. Both of them. Now.
The boardroom was on the forty-seventh floor, where the city looked small and the sins seemed administrative.
Arthur Sloan was waiting sitting at the headboard, with silver hair, dark blue suit and a man’s smile that never paid consequences personally.
Next to him were three lawyers, two board members and a glass of water that no one had touched.
“Maya Benton,” Arthur said. The intern who confused charity with opportunity.
Maya didn’t sit. Victor neither.
“My brother is alive because of surgery that I couldn’t afford,” she said. Do not confuse despair with ambition.
Arthur sladded his head, almost funny. “Desperation is precisely the ambition of the poor, dear.
Victor hit the table with his palm open. The sound made the glasses tremble.
“Enough.
Arthur looked at him with poisonous patience. “You finally raise your voice. What a shame it is for the wrong person.
